Also, as Foster explained how most sonnets are written in iambic pentameter, all of the lines in "Do Not Stand at my Grave and Weep" are fairly close to ten syllables. The second half continues on with that description and leads into a quiet transition that takes the reader to the final statement"). Namely, as I said before, the poem has two parts - both take up about six lines (" The first half of the sonnet described in detail just who the person in question is and what they have become in a very metaphoric way. As it turns out, it only has 12, and therefore is not a true sonnet, but has other qualities that a true sonnet would have. Note: I realize that I wrote this post with the belief that the poem above had 14 lines. So there you have it - my chosen sonnet - "Do Not Stand at my Grave and Weep". The powerful descriptions within the poem shaped it into a beautiful piece of work with a reflective message to hold it all together. I really loved the flow of the sonnet itself - the imagery mixed with the powerful rhythm gave off a feeling of strength, as well as joy, rather than allowing sorrow to creep into the words. The second half continues on with that description and leads into a quiet transition that takes the reader to the final statement - showing them that the victim is dead and gone, but their spirit is still shining strong. The fist half of the sonnet described in detail just who the person in question is and what they have become in a very metaphoric way. By having every two phrases rhyme with each other, Frye stitched together a stream of metaphors for one who has passed away. It had a very distinct rhythm that kept the words moving in a cascading pattern. I also liked the structure of this sonnet. I believe this sonnet was trying to convey that truth - that we should be celebrating a life, not simply mourning a loss.
Still, their imprint on our own lives remains with us, and they are never forgotten. If one of them suddenly disappeared, we would feel a hole in our life, like a piece of us was missing. Part of what makes us who we are is the people around us. Every person you meet leaves a mark on you, and your mark is left on them in return - it's just how life works. Although their life has ended, their spirit has lived on in the memories of those they touched. The words in this poem cry out in vain, begging the reader to not cry when they lose someone precious, but look at all of the accomplishments they fulfilled throughout their life. Therefore, when I read this sonnet, I was moved. It's something that I don't even want to think about. I'm guessing that my reaction would include bawling my eyes out. Therefore, I can't even imagine what it would be like to lose a human being who was that close to me - like a family member or a friend.
In fact, I cry my eyes out whenever I lose a pet that is close to me. I've had time to get to know them my entire life, and I have experienced those deaths - of which I wept, a lot. It would be a lot different though if I had gotten to know them better. So I never really cried at their funerals or graves. I did lose my grandparents a while back, but two of them had already passed away before I was even born, and the other two both suffered from altzheimers disease and dementia so I never really got to know them. Personally, I haven't experienced many deaths in my life. What pulled me into this sonnet was the beautiful flow of phrase upon phrase, as well as the overall message of the poem.
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